Night Concentration Camp Experience

This is a picture of the Sachsenhausen Concentration Camp entrance. This picture basically sums up my grey and gloomy experience. Before going into the camp, I was ready to take a lot of pictures and go into this camp with an open-mind, instead of thinking about how many human-beings were tortured and killed. I had a feeling the tour of the camp and the atmosphere would feel creepy and sad, but it was not necessarily creepy, just mainly unreal that the Holocaust really happened and this was the actual camp that kept so many people imprisoned because of their origin. In order to get to the camp, we basically took the same route the prisoners did. I was not sure what to think when knowing this information. I was mainly amazed that the prisoners
The homes were actually beautiful which was weird. Given the history of this town, I would expect the homes to look creepy. It was just the residents making the atmosphere strange. Once I got into the camp, I was too speechless to even think about taking pictures too caught up in my own thoughts. I just kept imaging the prisoners standing outside in the freezing cold and rain for hours to do roll call or the emotions and thoughts running through each prisoner head. I would ask myself questions such as “Am I standing on the exact spot of where a prisoner was murdered?” and “How many prisoners committed suicide?”. It was just too many questions and events playing throughout my mind that I hardly focused on what the tour guide said. I am actually happy I did not take a lot of pictures because I feel like having so many pictures of this concentration camp would cause me to think too deeply about the stories or lives of the prisoners, which seems very depressing. Honestly, I do not think people should take many pictures of concentration camps because it is a momentary distraction. Sure the picture will always remind you of what you saw, but actually focusing on the environment can give a